Fujimoto finishes the last bite in unhurried silence. He sets his chopsticks down carefully, folds the napkin once, and exhales like a man satisfied by something more than food.
"You've done more than you were asked to," he says at last, tone easy but deliberate. "In two months, Aqualis has been mentioned in European outlets we never planned to enter. Not through campaigns. Through you."
Ryoma looks up, attentive now.
"That wasn't in the contract," Fujimoto continues. "So this isn't either. Think of it as appreciation. Goodwill deserves to be met with goodwill."
Ryoma blinks. "Another bonus?"
Fujimoto gestures lightly toward Kaito. "Show him."
Kaito pulls his tablet free, taps, scrolls, then turns the screen toward Ryoma.
Luxury cars fill the display. Sleek silhouettes. Familiar names. Numbers Ryoma doesn't bother reading.
Ryoma stares, then looks up. "…You're offering all of these?"
